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They say these things happen in threes, so now I'm starting to get concerned for the welfare of my cat.

First came the infamous F, and now I've screwed up an interview.

I had made a late application to be considered for a country position for next year's training. Apart from spending the year in pretty surrounds, the med school pays your rent and your bills, buys you a library of books and gives you a handful of enthusiastic doctors that promise to teach you All You Need To Know About Everything. They were only interviewing one other girl, the Fat Bird from Bombala, and she is about as interesting as a day in the Fungus Museum.

I thought I was a shoe in.

I strode into the interview armed with my favourite perfume and my new yellow shirt and waited for them to hand me the position. But as I answered their series of questions, I became fixated on the fact that the interviewer was looking at me like I was an alien. Off the planet. Talking shit.

So the more she looked at me like I was an alien, the less articulate I became, the less intelligent I seemed. I couldn't think straight. Whatever I said, 98% of my brain kept thinking, "do I have something hanging out of my nose? Have I launched into a Tourette's-like tirade of Shits and Fucks and Boobs without realising? Am I not making sense?"

So they gave the damn position to the Fat Bird from Bombala and I sauntered home in my pretty shirt and my styled hair and cracked the chardonnay in despair (and, scarily, a bowl of WeetBix with coconut milk and splenda: it's a challenge to emotionally eat when there's only healthy food in the house).

My question is, if these things happen in threes, and I have already flunked the exam and fluffed the interview, what next? Run over the cat with the car? Catch my boy in bed with my grandmother? Burn the house down in a freak wok incident?

God help us all, really.

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ruserious1947

Focussing on the positives

To make me feel like it all hasn't been a complete disaster, here's a picture taken in sunny Moscow in June this year.

Gorgeous eh?

F

Ouch.

I am a big fat failure. I'm nearly half way through med school. So far I have passed 15 exams (pretty well, too), got through all sorts of different assignments and assessments, I now I've done it.

I flunked an exam. F. Fuck.

So I was sent a rude email by the secretary of the examination boards telling me that:

Dear L (name spelled incorrectly)

At its meeting last week, the Examinations Board of the School of Medicine (Years 1 and 2) noted your disappointing result in the recent Practical Exam blah blah

And that I had to make an appointment to see the lecturer for feedback.

Please contact his secretary (email address given incorrectly) to make the appointment.

From

The Secretary.

OK, so, I (with permission) skived off nearly a month of uni to go galavanting around Eastern Europe and missed a chunk of the course. So, maybe I dropped the ball a little. I've always found anatomy difficult to memorise, and it's hard to compete with nearly half the course who have already done years of anatomy in previous degrees.

Certainly, I am upset to have to swallow a big fat F and be humiliated by having to present to my lecturer, whom I respect greatly, with my tail between my legs.

But do I need to be given a moral judgement by some secretary intent on making me feel more of a failure than I do already? "The Board has noted your disappointing result". Jeez. Has the Board noted "the immense size of [my] arse and [my] dubious dress sense" too? Way to make a girl feel worse! If she was going to get up on her intellectual high horse she could have at least got the spelling of my name right.

I feel like this whole experience is only serving to fuel that little voice in my head that constantly, quietly tells me,

"You're not good enough to do this. You're not smart enough. You're lazy. You can't be a doctor"

How do I make that voice go away before it consumes me?

Might just wipe that one down before I eat off it.

Not not sure if the man selling this table listed on eBay comes with the um, ahem package advertised.

Take a look in the mirror.

Always wear clothes people when taking photos of your merchandise. Always.

I think one of these guys has lectured me.

Med students:

Check

http://www.thiswonthurtabit.com/?p=52

Thanks to Mike for the hook-up. That's funny!

x
L

La la la la ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba. Ba. Ba.

Please enjoy the lovely wait music while I take a short hiatus from the blog.

I'm sure I'll get back to it soon.

xxx
L